[Verse 1]
C#m                                          Abm
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
A               E               Abm
Trading friends for trips to the coast
A          E           Abm  D         A
This hotel room feels mo-o-ore like a tomb
 
[Intro]
 
C#m      Abm A   E
 
C#m      Abm A   E
 
[Verse 2]
 
 
C#m                                          Abm
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
A               E               Abm
Trading friends for trips to the coast
A          E           Abm  D         A
This hotel room feels mo-o-ore like a tomb
 
 
[Pre Chorus]
 
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|----------------|----------------|----------------| then C#m C#m  B  B  A
A|---7h9-7--2-----|---7h9-7--2-----|---7h9-7--2-----|
E|2-5---------0-1-|2-5---------0-1-|2-5---------0-1-|
 
OR
 
F#m         E                  F#m       E
It's not gossip if  it's the truth
    F#m       E                      C#m    B         A
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to
 
 
[Chorus]
   E               Abm                             A
So which is it the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
E               Abm              C#m   B       A
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
 
 
C#m      Abm A   E
 
C#m      Abm A   E
 
 
[Verse 3]
C#m                             Abm
Hand over my heart, gun to my head
A                  E              Abm
I swear to God I'm through with this
A       E         Abm  D   A
I am the worst liar I know
 
 
[Pre Chorus]
 
e|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|----------------|----------------|----------------|
D|----------------|----------------|----------------| then C#m C#m  B  B  A
A|---7h9-7--2-----|---7h9-7--2-----|---7h9-7--2-----|
E|2-5---------0-1-|2-5---------0-1-|2-5---------0-1-|
 
OR
 
F#m         E                  F#m       E
It's not gossip if  it's the truth
    F#m       E                      C#m    B         A
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to
 
 
[Chorus]
   E               Abm                             A
So which is it the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
E               Abm              A
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
E               Abm                             A
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
E               Abm              C#m   B       A     C#m
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
 
C#m           Abm                           F#m
(So, which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So, which is it?)
C#m           Abm                           F#m
(So, which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So, which is it?)
C#m           Abm                           F#m
(So, which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So, which is it?)
C#m           Abm  N.C.                     F#m
(So, which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So, which is it?)
E               Abm              A
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
 
[Chorus]
   E               Abm                             A
So which is it the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
E               Abm              C#m   B       A
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
 
 
[Outro]
A
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)[X2]